"A good memorial service has been interrupted. I wonder if I can gain forgiveness by offering sacrifices to the heaven with the head of this clan?"
Zong Ling was horrified when he heard this. He knew that Zong Shou wanted to use Zong Shi's head to establish his authority again.
He glanced at Zong Shi, who had lost all color and his eyes were full of despair, and nodded slightly without hesitation: "This person colluded with foreign enemies and wanted to assassinate the crown prince. He is the chief culprit who disrupted the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. It can be said to be a heinous crime! That's right! He should be killed to appease the anger of heaven!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than thousands of people under the altar fell to the ground one after another at this moment. They all knelt down and prostrated, their expressions were both fanatical and inexplicable surprise.
Many people have not recovered from the shock just now, and they only feel that their hearts are surging, and they can't help themselves.
The rumors are not to be believed! The prince, he is not a useless person! Not only that, he is also a master of both spiritual and martial arts. He is extremely talented! He is Qian Tianshan, the true heir of the demon king, and he will also be the king in the future who can make Qian Tianshan truly dominate Yunlu!
Their chests were all burning, as if lava was flowing. At this moment, they also hated people like Zong Shi Zong Yang to the extreme!
If it weren't for these villains and the remnants of the direct descendants of the clan making trouble, why would Qiantian Mountain City suffer such losses again?
Thinking of the thrilling situation just now, everyone even broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the Crown Prince Yingwu, he would have mastered the martial arts of the emperor and the swordsmanship of mountains and rivers long ago.
The battle just now might have been succeeded by these people. How could they have the face to meet their deceased ancestors?
"Please, the prince, kill the clan and clarify the punishment! In order to appease the anger of heaven!"
The voices of thousands of people merged into one voice, which immediately shook the entire mountain top. Among the people present, only a dozen elders of the clan had not knelt down. Standing under the stone altar, it seemed extremely abrupt. At this moment, the eyes of these dozen people showed the slightest hint of jealousy and helplessness.
Zong Shou chuckled and swung down the Jiulin Sword in his hand. Just as a blade shadow was drawn, a muffled groan suddenly came from the distance: "Stop! Even if Zong Shi makes mistakes, he should be punished according to the clan rules and orders. Punishment will be done later! Isn’t the prince the leader of the clan and the demon king, who makes arbitrary decisions and executes without trial? Isn’t it overstepping his authority?”
Thin blue threads in the void, winding from a distance to the mouth, looked like water but not water, like gold but not gold, somewhere between tangible and intangible. As soon as he got close, an invisible force immediately blocked the power of his sword.
When the Zongshi heard this, his eyes suddenly showed a look of ecstasy. The original despair gradually faded away. And the dozen or so elders of the Zong clan also looked forward to it. With the uncle here, even if they could not save the clan's guardian Even if you give up, you will definitely be able to suppress this guy's arrogance!
Let these people know that the direct descendants of the Zong family must not be insulted! It is definitely not Zong Weiran who showed mercy in the first place!
Zong Shouze raised his brows and looked towards where the sound came from. He saw a person in the distance, approaching with a weapon. He was stepping on a bamboo slip at his feet. He was tall and slender, with a face about forty years old, but his eyes were extremely weathered, and he didn't know. How old is it? Holding a blue round pill in his hand, it seems to be made of countless filaments, which is the source of those blue silk threads.
What was surprising was that when his luck came to his eyes, he felt that this person's spirit was actually brilliant and vast. It was as if there were ten talismans floating in the sea of this person's soul power.
"Ten true talismans?"
The Huanyang Realm spiritual master reaches the peak after reaching the Nine Realm of True Talisman. However, as long as your soul sea can hold it, these true talismans can still be condensed. You can accumulate power faster to attack the realm of day travel!
Tao Dao should be the Zong Bo of the Zong family. After the peak of the sun, no strange Zong has never disappeared. Tianhu Zongshi is still the largest family in the Gan Tianshan City. Because of the strong in the tribe, it is still the head of the Gan Tian.
In my eyes, I passed a few cold meanings, almost thinking about it, and I was cut out. Inside my mind, I crossed a while again, groaned again.
"Just because of love and hate!"
The clear sword mang, such a shock, flashed, has flashed, and it has been hundreds of feet. The sword is abrupt to the extreme, and it is almost the extreme.
That dark flower, the power of the gangs, although it has disappeared at this moment. But this type 'infinite sword "is a moment. Can't cut off. And hate, endless. All ideas are gathered in a sword.
Make this sword momentum, as well as a hoss, and Tao Tao endlessly!
Just listen to ‘嗤 只, a loud noise, the few silk threads in the air were cut off in a hurry.
The sharp and sharp lingering sword silk still didn't stop, and stabbed the throat of the middle -aged man.
On this day, Zong Bo, first angered. It seemed that he couldn't think of it. Zong Shou dared to martial arts at him, and then he looked at it.
Several consecutive spirits were decided. In front of the body, a five -element spirit shield was condensed in front of the body. The total number of nine layers, layered layers in front of the body.
However, these shields have not really gathered. I just saw the sword shadow, which was actually stabbing from the most surprising orientation.
"啵 啵!"
The five elements of spirit shields instantly scattered, and instantly cracked. It was just at the node of the spiritual energy convergence, and the original spirit could be arranged, all of them disrupted.
The back is like breaking bamboo, and a few layers of five -element spirit shields are the same. They can't stop the sword silk half a moment.
Middle -aged in white is a shrinking look. Big sleeves are blowing, that is, a strand of strong soul smoke spray. In mid -air, it has been transformed into a giant eagle with a wingspan of 70 feet. Soul energy, overflowing.
Everyone present, under the realm of Wuzong. It is cold sweaty, only a great pressure, Ling's mind,
Only when the body was now, the giant eagle clearly screamed, grabbing the loot of the giant steel tongs, grabbed it down.
Zong Shou laughed, and Jiu Lin's sword turned slightly in his hand. The sword sword gas changed the trajectory. Avoid the claws, only cut it from the chest and abdomen of the giant eagle. This six -order peak soul beast was instantly cut into two halves.
In the middle age of white clothes, but I didn't care. The soul -beast combat power, although it is a lower -level level. However, as long as the soul stone is not destroyed, the spirit teacher has enough soul to instill and repair, and it will continue to regenerate.
But the next moment, the pupils were shrinking, and for a moment, it condensed into a needle -shaped!
I do n’t know what the swimming sword is, and a vortex of the vortex was emitted. Most of the soul smoke of the giant eagle was scattered, and it was absorbed by most of them and blew it up.
The soulstone in the middle -aged sleeves in white is also fragmented at the same time. The soul is also unprepared. It is also unprepared. It is a faint dizziness in the head of the mind.
And the thin sword silk in the front is also in front of him. He almost couldn't make any spiritual methods at this moment, only to control the simple spiritual instrument under his feet, and it was madly flying. I lived.
But I saw a cold feeling on my neck, and when I touched it with my hand, I found that my hand was full of blood. I don’t know when this wound was injured by the gossamer sword energy. It penetrated the flesh only an inch away from the throat and spine.
Just a hair’s breadth!
The middle-aged man in white suddenly looked at him with disbelief.
He was actually injured, even at the peak of his strength, but he was no match for this fourteen-year-old boy! It was such a shame and humiliation to take him for granted!
The more than ten clan elders of the Zong clan were once again in despair and speechless. Even Uncle Zong, whom they relied on to support the Great Wall, was defeated?
"Hey! Today is the day that I ascend the throne. I am in a good mood. I don't want to kill again. Since you are the clan's elder brother, there is nothing wrong with me, so I will spare your life for the time being!"
Zongshou smiled coldly, it wasn't that he didn't want to kill, it was just that he couldn't kill him. It was Xiao Jin who was out of control and his spiritual power was about to be exhausted. At the last moment, he had to stop.
However, it is not illegal to brag anyway, and no one will refute it at this time. Even the uncle himself is unlikely to notice it.
"As for this Zongshi, if I say that he dies today, I will never let him live for a moment longer! You, a little Zongbo, don't make any noise in front of me!
With a wave of sword light, he slashed down again. He directly chopped off Zong Shi's head! The man's blood had been drained, but the severed head was rolling on the ground, his eyes were still wide open, and he could not close his eyes.
In Zong Shou's thoughts, he was slightly distracted. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains will be determined in ten years, and eternal hegemony will be achieved in hundreds of battles. It is better to hold a cup and get drunk, just because of endless love, thoughts and hatred!
In his previous life, he concentrated on martial arts and had nothing to do with poetry.
It doesn’t matter whether these sentences are neatly contrasted or rhyme.
However, I know that the meaning of these sentences is probably consistent with Zong Weiran's state of mind.
A series of thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind.
Was this created by Zong Weiran? Why was it that the first martial arts book I saw in my previous life were these fist techniques?
There was a vague fear in my chest, afraid of what would happen next.
It wasn't until Zong Ling coughed a little as a reminder that he suddenly woke up and leaned down to worship the sky again. Then he only had to complete this last step and the entire ceremony would be completed.
The next moment, I heard another soft hum: "Wait a minute!"
Zong Shou couldn't help but rolled his eyes and thought, come back? He had no choice but to turn around.
I saw the middle-aged man in white, whose expression had recovered: "I heard that Zong Ming and Zong Hao all died in your hands?"
Zong Shou didn't answer silently. Although Zong Hao was killed by Zong Yuan, he died indirectly at his hands.
"There are nearly a thousand of my sect's Tianhu disciples who were also killed by your order?"
Seeing that Zong Shou did not deny it, Uncle Zong in white suddenly opened his eyes angrily and said with a stern voice: "That Zong Ming Zong Hao just recommended the candidate for the Demon King before you returned. What more crime can those more than a thousand disciples have? Should they be killed?
What evidence do you have that they are treasonous? Are such cruel, easy-to-kill, violent and unkind people worthy of being the leader of my Tianhu Clan?"
On the altar of sacrifice to heaven, there was silence again, filled with a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.
"When Uncle Zong said this, it seems to make sense.
Zong Shou was happy when he heard this, and his eyes were full of curiosity: "But today I inherited the position of Qiantian Demon King, what does it have to do with the clan leader of the Zong clan? I really don't understand, why should I, Zong Shou, be such a useless person?